A special thanks to Allison for help with the next few chapters. She helped a lot with Booth. 

Temperance was in her office working hard as usual. She was checking out cases from a long time ago, not really paying attention to them. Her mind was on Amy but she didn't' t dare say so out loud. She continued working in her office. No one really bothered her. Angela had taken the day off. She was pretty upset. Her and Amy had gotten close. Temperance didn't look up when she knew it was Booth who walked in, "I'm fine," she said without looking at him.

"No...no you're not." He said quietly, and walked over to her side. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Temperance..." He whispered, using her real name. "Talk to me..."

Tempe looked up at him, "What do you want me to say booth?' she asked. She hadn't spoken really to anyone, not even Goodman about anything, and even he was beginning to worry about her.

He sat down on the edge of her desk. "I want you to say what's on your mind...good or bad."

"What's on my mind is these bones that haven't been identified yet," she said to him. They were from the early 1900's and wouldn't benefit anyone knowing who they were was what she didn't mention.

"You need to take a break." He said softly. "Come on...let's go get coffee. Even just in the break room."

Temperance sighed and nodded, "Alright," she said quietly. "Goodman sent you, didn't he?" she asked.

He sighed. "Bones...try not to analyze everything for once, okay? Just...come have coffee with me." He walked out with her, and headed for the break room.

She sighed and nodded, she headed to the break room with him, "You went to the Cullen's this morning?"

"Yeah...just to say hi, and give my condolences." He said, and poured her a cup of coffee once they had entered the break room. He handed it to her.

She nodded, "Thanks," she said quietly. "How are they?" she asked.

"Sad." He said quietly, and looked down. "As can be expected. " He sat down with her. "I'm worried about you." He said honestly.

"Me?" she asked. She looked at him surprised, but she knew that he would be. "Why me?" she looked down at her coffee cup finding it fascinating suddenly.

"Because I care about you. Why else?" he said, and looked at her. "I may joke a lot with you Bones, and treat you like one of the guys but..."

"B-But what?" she asked and a tear fell down her cheek. She barely noticed it.

"Well...I just meant...well you're not a guy, obviously." He was starting to sweat. "Is it hot in here?" He was just nervous.

"No, I'm not a guy," she said quietly. "No, its fine," she got up and started to clean around the counter.

He looked at her, and sighed. "I'm sorry..." He stood up, and walked over to her. "What can I do?"

Temperance looked at him, "I don't know what you mean..." she said closing her eyes. She was taking this really hard.

He didn't even have to think about it. He stepped forward, and hugged her. "Hey...relax...it's just a man hug..."

She looked at him and sighed, "Yeah, sure," she said. "Booth I'm fine, really," she said to him. She hugged him quickly. "I'm fine," she rubbed the back of her neck, she was trying to hold everything together for some reason.

"Bones, you know...you don't have to keep all this inside. It's okay to cry if you need to..."

She looked at him, "Booth, don't you get it?" she asked softly. "I couldn't save her," she said to him. "I have no right to cry because...I couldn't save her..." she sighed. "Its my own fault she's dead, and yeah, I know its stupid but...its true," she closed her eyes. "Do you know what Amy said to me? After everyone was tested to make sure they weren't sick? She wanted me to get it out of her, as if I could just... stop her from being sick like that," Temperance said to Booth. "I let her down," tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey... hey it's okay..." He said, and wiped her tears away. "None of this was your fault. You know damn well you couldn't save her. You told her the truth, which is exactly what she needed at the time..."

Her eyes watered and she hugged Booth, "They...wanted me to say something, at the funeral, but I don't know what to say..." she said honestly, "Angela's is going to be the longest, but I just..." she sighed. "I can't do it," she said quietly.

"You don't have to if you don't want..." He said quietly, and held her. "Just being there is enough..."

She nodded and cried in his arms, "Angela is..." she sighed. "I guess Jack is with her now." she said.

She was worried about Angela too.

"He'll take care of her...just like I'm taking care of you." He said softly.

She looked up at him and smiled a little, "Thanks," she siad quietly. She held him and sighed. "It's just not fair, you know? She's barely 13, and she just..." she lowered her head. "Its not right,"

"I know it's not right...none of this was fair. None of it." He said softly. He felt tears stinging his eyes as he thought of his boss, and the turmoil he was dealing with."

Temperance looked at Booth, "Are YOU okay?" She asked quietly. She realized no one probably even asked him that.

"Yeah... I'm fine..." He lied. He tried as hard as he could to control his emotions, but a tear still managed to escape down his cheek.

"Booth... you made me talk," she said folding her arms.

"I just feel bad for him...you know?" He said, and sat down. "I wish there was more I could do to help him."

She nodded, "I know," she said. "He's taking a leave right? To be with his wife for a while?"

He nodded. "Yes." He took a deep breath. He was tearing up again.

She held him. "Its okay to cry Booth," she said the same words he said to her.

"I don't know...I am not really a crier..." He said, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Booth..." she said to him. "Like I AM?" she asked. "Look, if I cry, will you?" she asked and realized how funny that actually sounded

"Bones...you're a crybaby...admit it." He said, trying to make her laugh.

Temperance looked at him and smiled a little, "Right," she said to him. She sighed. "What time is the funeral?"

"Three this afternoon." Another tear slid down his cheek.

She nodded and wiped the tear from his face. She sighed. "I hope Angela will be alright..." she said. "She wont' really talk to me much about it..."

"She's just having a hard time. She had grown close to Amy." He said, and reached over. He held her hand.

Temperance nodded, "Yeah, we all did..." she said.

"Yeah..." He sighed. "We should...go get ready for the funeral."

She nodded, "I just have to change," she said to him.

"Well... I'm already in a suit..." He smiled, and laughed a little.

She nodded, "Be right back," she said to him. She went and changed into a black dress. One that the Jeffersonian had given her for funerals she went to sometimes from cases. "Ready," She said. She looked nice. Simple, but nice.

He smiled, noticing how nice she looked. "Let's go..." They walked out together. "You look...nice." He said, and smiled.

She looked at him and smiled a little. "Thanks," she said, "So do you,"

"Thanks" He said softly.

He offered her his arm and she took it. She sighed and closed her eyes. She was not ready to attend Amy Cullen's funeral.